After the New Year's Eve dinner, the sky had not turned dark yet. Chen Erniu and Chen Daniu had brought Chen Shi over to play.
They all played together again.
When it was dark, they went home to wash up and rest.
After the New Year, the days went on as usual.
There was still no news about Zhou Heng's letter. He had something on his mind, so on the second day of the first lunar month, he asked Old Wu.
"Sir, would you please write a letter to my mother?"
Zhou Heng requested respectfully.
Old Wu didn't even look up. Even if the person in front of him was a proper royal, he wouldn't treat him differently. He only replied coldly.
Zhou Heng seemed to want to say something else, but he did not say it. In the end, he bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, sir."
Then he backed out quietly.
Old Wu would only treat Su Xiaolu differently because Su Xiaolu was his only disciple.
